Page 67 of Renascence
“Sure. Where?”
“At the clubhouse. The old ladies are doing a whole Christmas thing.”
“But I thought women weren’t allowed?” I ask, confused.
“Old ladies are the brothers’ women. They’re not members, but that doesn’t mean they’re banned from the premises.”
“And I can go there?”
“You’ll be my guest, so yeah.”
“Okay.” This is exciting! Other than getting food, we haven’t really been “out” together. Plus I get to see a part of his life that I have no clue about. “I’d love to. When is it?”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight! That’s a little last-minute, don’t you think?”
“It’s a good thing you have all those outfits to choose from, then.” He winks, helping me into my jacket. “You can shower and get ready at my place.”
“Okay.”
The drive to his house goes by in a flash because my mind is occupied by this party. I haven’t been to one in ages. Not to mention this isn’t just some party—it’s a biker party. I have no idea what to expect, but if the other members are anything like Venom, I know I’m going to enjoy myself. What do I even wear? The only leather I own is a jacket. Isn’t that what biker chicks wear?
“You can use my shower. I’ll use the other bathroom,” Venom says when we walk through the door.
“Okay,” I answer, distracted by thinking about my outfit.
By the time I’ve showered and washed my hair, he’s already in the bedroom getting ready. He’s also laid out an outfit for me. It’s cute, but he picked a skirt. A short one.
“Um… I’m gonna freeze my buns off in that.”
His gaze flicks between me and the skirt as if he’s contemplating which takes precedence—fashion or comfort.
“It’s not that cold. Besides, the party is indoors.”
“Venom.” I tilt my head to the side, eyes begging him to be reasonable.
“Wear the skirt, bring a pair of jeans. If you get cold, you can change. How about that?”
“Why do you want me to wear it?”
“Easy access, darlin’.” He winks, his grin devilish.
“Are you planning a show or something?” I joke.
“Maybe.”
I instantly stop what I’m doing, spinning on my heels to stare at him. Laughter erupts from him, head falling back, chest shaking. While he enjoys himself at my expense, a thought begins to take root.I mean… public sex… that’s a fantasy-type thing, right?
“That intrigues you, doesn’t it?” His tone is serious as he moves to stand before me.
“Maaaybe.”
“What are we talking here? Full-on sex, or do you just want to come in public?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you? You’d do it?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He shrugs. “Something you want to cross off your list?”
